From the ecstasy of adoration,

What luminescence, glowing in your eyes!

The gems are waiting for your grace

Where all their glee lyes.

For days, nights, years and eons,

The numbness had swallowed declaration of commons;

And had hidden pensive pains in darkness 

Had spent many lifetimes,

In the grief of severances

Yet has held hopes in crowd

In the name of your gleaming clout.

Oh, beauteous! Oh, the beauteous!

Bloom now from the luck of mankind.

Sweep your hair and blow your sword in the air of felony,

Shade off your veils;

Emerge from the blaze of valour

We've built your crown with the pearls from Ate's crown

And arrayed your throne with the petals of Cupid's orchard

Come oh glory! come down!